I used to hate Sunday; not in the ‘I have the fear of Monday’ kinda way I just got uneasy about them.

I could never put my finger on why but over the last few months I’ve been changing them in my mindset.

Spurred on by my friend I took part in the #last90days challenge which was to treat the last 90 days of the year like I’d treat the first 90 of a New Year.

Part of that was practising gratitude.
This small addition to my daily life has brought with it an abundance of positivity. Literally sitting down and finding the little things to be grateful for in that particular day has been a fantastic way to keep me present and not stuck ruminating over an argument I had a decade ago, cracking up because the words won’t get onto the paper or giving my husband a concussion with the toilet brush because he’s left a wet towel on the bed AGAIN.

Thirty seconds of thinking about something you’re thankful for can lift my mood or readjust a negative mindset and prevent me from getting a criminal record.

Today is Day 90 on my alcohol-free journey and I am grateful for a whole bunch of things but mostly it’s for not breaking this promise to myself.

It’s the last ten days and then I will sit down and write about the whole experience but one of the best parts of it has been my love for Sunday.

They’re no longer plagued with residual hangovers or anxiety; now they’re filled with trampoline park get-togethers, good food and feeling proud.